"And most hauntingly, a twelve-year-old girl from District 11. She has dark brown skin and eyes, but other than that, she's very like Prim in size and demeanor."
"Frank, have you read this yet?"
"No. Why are you asking, Nico?"
"Because there is a girl almost exactly like Hazel!"
"...Annabeth I need to borrow your Hunger Games book!"
" 'KATNISS!' I hear a scream from far away, someone's calling my name and it sounds like Rue. 'KATNISS!' I hear it again, and this time I'm running my fastest over to where I can hear her."
"I don't like this. She's going to be okay. She has to be. Right?"
"It's not looking good. Why in Hades do authors make the young innocent girls go through such horrible stuff?"
"I want to do something, right here, right now, to shame them, to make them accountable, to show the Capitol that whatever they do or force us to do that there is a part of every tribute they can't own. That Rue was more than a piece in their Games. And so am I.
*sniffles* Hold me!"
"Pull yourself….yourself together, Frank. It's...it's gonna be fine."
A few steps into the woods grows a bank of wildflowers. Perhaps they are really weeds of some sort, but they have blossoms in beautiful shades of violet and yellow and white. I gather up an armful and come back to Rue's side. Slowly, one stem at a time, I decorate her body in the flowers. Covering the ugly wound. Wreathing her face. Weaving her hair with bright colors."
"I hate this book."
"I don't want to read it anymore."
"Me neither. Let's just stop."
"Annabeth, here's your book back."
"Did you enjoy it?" (Annabeth).
"NO!" (Both Nico and Frank).
AN: I got the idea off a headcanon (yes, again) but I also reread Hunger Games recently so I liked the idea. I do not own anything by Rick Riordan or anything by Suzanne Collins.
Kitkat Out!